LIfe as poetry
You keep trying.You imagine.You act as if....You ignore...You crack...You leave..You sleep.You write poetry.
I hate it when I know things aren't right. That feeling; that hard spot where it won't go away. You captured this well.
Thank you, Mary, for posting your response poem here.
You recognize it for the hard place it is, and change it, even if only in your heart. Very nice poem, Willow.